My tanks this Sunday past...

[Max-U52]

"But Corky did it right. Aimed real slow, and Bam!! That Walker Colt blew up right in his hand, which was a failure common to that model."

Sorry, couldn't help myself. Every time I see a photo of or hear someone speak of the Walker I hear Gene Hackman in the back of my head.

[43rdRecceReg]

Another gleaming piece of ballistic history, Painless. I see from the books propping it up, that you've obviously read in depth on all aspects of weaponry. That history, and the campaigns '-or legendary figures-specific pieces were associated with, just make the evolution of the weapon all the more interesting.
Right now, I'm reading 'The Gun-the story of the AK-47', by ex-marine. C.J.Chivers. The title would suggest that it's just about the AK, but in fact it deals with the evolution of the semi and fully automatic family of weaponry, from the Gatling gun (and forerunners) up to the AK, and beyond. This guy really knows his stuff.
Anyway, I live Below the Torridon mountains (some of the oldest rocks on Earth, apparently), on Loch Ewe. Nearby is the celebrated Loch Maree, which was Queen Victoria's favourite view in Scotland..apart from the contents of ghillie John Brown's Kilt, of course. Should you get the urge to travel when you're fully free, and the tanker ranch is fully functional...do come and visit.

[Max-U52]

Painless, I think this thread has wondered enough that you won't mind if I throw this out for The Highlander, just to see if he's heard it before (either as verse or song) and if not, if it makes him laugh. It's a long piece to memorize, but once you got it down it's always a hit at the pub, and it's seen me through to many, many free beers. Of course, I do it with a great deal of charm.

A Scotsman, clad in Kilt
Did leave the bar one evenin' fair
And one could tell by how he walked
That he'd drunk more than his share

He stumbled 'round until he could
No longer keep his feet
Then staggered off into the grass
To sleep beside the street

Now about this time two young and lovely girls
Did happen by
And one says to the other
With a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman,
So strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true
What they don't wear beneath the kilt

So they crept up on that sleeping Scotsman
Quite as they could be
And lifted up his kilt
About an inch so they could see
And there, behold, for them to view
Beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothin' more than God had graced him with
Upon his birth

They marveled for a moment then one says
We must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend
Before we move along
And so they left a blue silk ribbon
Tied into a bow
Around that Bonnie Star
The Scotsman's kilt did lift and show

Now the Scotsman woke to Nature's call and stumbled towards the trees
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes
Ah, Lad, I don' know where ya been ... But I see ya won First Prize!!




Yeah, I got too much time on my hands.

[PainlessWolf]

Gentlemen,
I'll make sure to visit 43rd. ;o) BP History is rich and involved and the replicas I own are most assuredly safer to shoot than the originals ( tho' even the Walker was fine as long as the shooter did not load his conical pickett bullet backwards by mistake ;o) Max, you'll have to take that up with 43rd. ;o)
regards,
Painless

[43rdRecceReg]

Painless, I think this thread has wondered enough that you won't mind if I throw this out for The Highlander, just to see if he's heard it before (either as verse or song) and if not, if it makes him laugh. It's a long piece to memorize, but once you got it down it's always a hit at the pub, and it's seen me through to many, many free beers. Of course, I do it with a great deal of charm.

A Scotsman, clad in Kilt
Did leave the bar one evenin' fair
And one could tell by how he walked
That he'd drunk more than his share

He stumbled 'round until he could
No longer keep his feet
Then staggered off into the grass
To sleep beside the street

Now about this time two young and lovely girls
Did happen by
And one says to the other
With a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman,
So strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true
What they don't wear beneath the kilt

So they crept up on that sleeping Scotsman
Quite as they could be
And lifted up his kilt
About an inch so they could see
And there, behold, for them to view
Beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothin' more than God had graced him with
Upon his birth

They marveled for a moment then one says
We must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend
Before we move along
And so they left a blue silk ribbon
Tied into a bow
Around that Bonnie Star
The Scotsman's kilt did lift and show

Now the Scotsman woke to Nature's call and stumbled towards the trees
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes
Ah, Lad, I don' know where ya been ... But I see ya won First Prize!!




Yeah, I got too much time on my hands.

I've not heard that one, Gary..but I do know many that are- let's say- more ribald than that
But since truth is stranger than fiction, I can think of a friend from decades ago, a former paratrooper, who
after a particularly heavy Hogmanay session feel asleep outside in the bushes. We found him later, drawn to the the spot by his hideously loud snoring and, In the dim light of early dawn, we could see that his face was not only covered-miraculously- in cobwebs, but that half his beard and one eyebrow were missing.
Worse still, his pants were partially down revealing that someone had painted his testes green!

[PainlessWolf]

Good morning,
After cramming four floors + garage of house into a small storage, a shed and a 60' modular, the Great Unpacking has begun. I have a mailbox and address again and should be able to start setting up a place to work on tanks this coming week. It's good to be back.
Regards,
Painless

[Max-U52]

Good to have you back. It's gonna be a great summer.

PM me your address when you get a chance. I've decided it would tickle me half to death to know there's a piece in your "Tank Park" that got there via Detroit.

I want to adopt the name "Tank Park" as our unofficial name for these things, compliments of Mrs. Jackalope. What do ya think, Guys?

[tomhugill]

Good morning,
After cramming four floors + garage of house into a small storage, a shed and a 60' modular, the Great Unpacking has begun. I have a mailbox and address again and should be able to start setting up a place to work on tanks this coming week. It's good to be back.
Regards,
Painless

Good to see you back painless! Enjoy the unpacking, I've got all the to look forward to once the solicitors have sorted themselves out.

[jackalope]

I 2nd TANK PARK! LOL!

[sassgrunt]

Great to hear that you are unpacking, (and, I will get to the post office next week and add to your clutter). I hope that you can avoid the encroachment of civilization (again) for another few years. Is there a way to train Greyhounds to stay out of the tank park, or does it require it's own fence to accomplish that?